Post by vilnoori on Oct 2, 2008 23:00:00 GMT -5
I'm reading "The Last of the Gentleman Adventurers" by E. B. Maurice, who went to the Arctic as a 16 yr. old in the 1930's to work as an agent for the Hudson's Bay Co.
On page175-178 he describes an experience while staying alone at a decommissioned HBC Post on Blacklead Island near Baffin Island as follows:
"The local inhabitants would not sleep on the island themselves. They said that the little people had taken the place over, the little people being a sort of Eskimo version of the gremlins. whomever it was that frequented the place left footprints of a most unusual kind and were better left to themselves...
"From above in the rafters came the wierdest sounds of hissing and sighing, as though the ghosts were indeed limbering up for the night's activities, but surprisingly sleep came quite easily at first. Perhaps too easily, for I suddenly awoke long before morning with a dreadful certainty that all was not well.
"The breeze had apparently died away for there was no sound from the rafters; instead there was a new and unsettling noise as of someone or something pacing round the house. The footsteps crunched past the door, faded round to the back of the house, past a window then up to the door again. Sometimes the circuit appeared to take longer than normal, giving hope that a new route, away from the house, had been chosen, but soon the steps would be resumed, so that I thought that whatever it was must in the end come right into the building. I tried to prepare myself for some ghastly confrontation, bitterly regretting the absence of my rifle.
"The sound continued for about an hour, during which time I remained in bed gripped with fright, then suddenly it just stopped mid-circuit. It took me an hour or so to relax sufficiently to go back to sleep, but finally I drifted off and did not wake until morning. I never did discover any expanation for the footsteps, but did not tell Beevee of the incident, fearing that it might just serve to enhance further the rather unsavoury reputation of Blacklead Island."
On page175-178 he describes an experience while staying alone at a decommissioned HBC Post on Blacklead Island near Baffin Island as follows:
"The local inhabitants would not sleep on the island themselves. They said that the little people had taken the place over, the little people being a sort of Eskimo version of the gremlins. whomever it was that frequented the place left footprints of a most unusual kind and were better left to themselves...
"From above in the rafters came the wierdest sounds of hissing and sighing, as though the ghosts were indeed limbering up for the night's activities, but surprisingly sleep came quite easily at first. Perhaps too easily, for I suddenly awoke long before morning with a dreadful certainty that all was not well.
"The breeze had apparently died away for there was no sound from the rafters; instead there was a new and unsettling noise as of someone or something pacing round the house. The footsteps crunched past the door, faded round to the back of the house, past a window then up to the door again. Sometimes the circuit appeared to take longer than normal, giving hope that a new route, away from the house, had been chosen, but soon the steps would be resumed, so that I thought that whatever it was must in the end come right into the building. I tried to prepare myself for some ghastly confrontation, bitterly regretting the absence of my rifle.
"The sound continued for about an hour, during which time I remained in bed gripped with fright, then suddenly it just stopped mid-circuit. It took me an hour or so to relax sufficiently to go back to sleep, but finally I drifted off and did not wake until morning. I never did discover any expanation for the footsteps, but did not tell Beevee of the incident, fearing that it might just serve to enhance further the rather unsavoury reputation of Blacklead Island."
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Sorry!